Chapter 117

Victoria's POV "I'll do it," Howard agreed, his voice steady despite his wounds. I drove him directly to one of my properties. As the heir to the Crescent Dawn Pack, I owned several residences throughout this country since Lancaster Enterprises had its headquarters here. This particular house hadn't been occupied for quite some time. After bringing him inside, I said, "Rest here while I go get medical supplies." His pale eyes studied me intently, and I could sense his wolf's wariness beneath the surface. "I won't run," I assured him. "Even if I did, you'd find me anyway, wouldn't you?" Howard nodded. "Yes." Then he rattled off a list of items he needed to extract the bullets from his body. I was impressed by how specific and knowledgeable he sounded. These weren't minor injuries, yet he spoke about them as casually as someone might discuss a paper cut. I wondered if he was a doctor, or if he'd simply learned to treat himself after years of similar wounds. For werewolves, even serious i